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So here in three words is a refutation for those (thankfully not many) xenophobes who have yet to appreciate the benefits of a diverse population (including restaurants) and chastise me for lauding spots serving food that’s not “Amurican”:
Heidi’s Picks is a weekly selection of restaurant suggestions from Las Vegas Review-Journal critic Heidi Knapp Rinella.
Wait a minute … was that … Nathan Burton? On “America’s Got Talent”? Again?
Not that I’m feeling particularly crabby today, but we have crabs in the news for two readers.
There hasn’t been a showdown with Elvis. Not until September, anyway. But Damian Brantley’s stock has gone through the roof.
He has a World Series ring, a Super Bowl ring, two Olympic medals and he’s gone through more title belts than he can remember. But Rick Harrison has never been on a Wheaties box, never had to gulp raw eggs Rocky-style, and the closest he came to breaking a sweat to get them was reaching for his wallet.
Cut by a little creek, peaceful meadows surrounded by wooded hills in southwestern Utah belie the horrific events that occurred there in 1857 when 120 California-bound emigrants died during the Mountain Meadows Massacre. Both battlefield and graveyard, the 2,500-acre site is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints also seeks to have the site memorialized as a national landmark, a lengthy process.
Heidi’s Picks is a weekly selection of restaurant suggestions from Review-Journal critic Heidi Knapp Rinella.
In other cities, old shows run their course and give way to new ones. In Las Vegas, zombie shows rise up again to bite back at what replaced them.
In the prime (har!) of steak season, reader Terri Hohl is looking for HP steak sauce, and HP steak sauce she shall have.
She’s stolen priceless works of art, a jury trial and a room full of orphans. She’s stolen the Hope Diamond and put it back, all because she was bored. And she’s stolen — cue the schmaltz in three … two … one — the hearts of viewers.
Tiny Genoa lies in the verdant Carson Valley at the base of the Sierra Nevada, about 10 miles from Nevada’s capital, Carson City, on Nevada Highway 206. Nevada’s oldest community, Genoa began in 1850 with the establishment nearby of a seasonal trading post along the emigrant trail to the California gold fields.
Heidi’s Picks is a weekly selection of restaurant suggestions from Review-Journal critic Heidi Knapp Rinella.
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